Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Organ. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
10cc,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.